Come Fly With Me

“Fly me to the moon, let me sit among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.” ~ Frank Sinatra

So, I’m crazy excited. I was wasting my life, cruising on Facebook, and I spotted an advertisement on the side for a new musical that’s playing at the Majestic all summer. It’s called “Come Fly Away” and it’s a musical using the music of Frank Sinatra. I know nothing about the musical itself, but I do know that it’s got Sinatra’s music, and between that and New York City, that’s all I care about. Bryan and I have decided we’re going on July 10th. Oh yeah. That’s a Saturday. Yikes! First experience in New York City ever on a Saturday? I may just be vying for suicide. That, and I’m thinking my huge purse may not be the best of all ideas. I’ll talk to people who have been there and figure out what I should do. Besides, of course, wear my Chucks. Gotta have comfortable shoes for a long day of walking.

The day will be incredibly long. What I’ve got figured, we’ll have to catch the 5:30am bus out from Concord and then we’ll get to the Big Apple around 11:30am. Show starts at 2:00pm, so that gives us about two and a half hours to figure out where the Majestic is. According to the website, Come Fly Away is supposed to be about a two-hour show. There are two possible buses out that leave after 4pm, but one of them leaves at 4:30pm, and I don’t want to chance that, so I think we’re going to take the 6:15pm one out. Get this. That one doesn’t hit back in Concord until 1:00am. A seven-hour bus ride. Bah. I forgot how frustrating that is. I’m really bad about long car rides. Buses are cramped, too. Seven hours? That’s like… the entire ride to Houghton. Round trip, the things going to cost about $120/each. I guess that’s not too-too bad, but it’s still a lot of money to be tortured.

I kinda wish Bryan wasn’t so set on going with just me. Otherwise, I bet Sean would drive to the city. And I bet he knows his way around, too. Not to mention he’d love the musical. But he wants this to be a just us thing. It feels so dumb to do it that way, though. We’ve never been there before. We’re both going to get shanked. So yeah, needless to say, I’m excited, but terrified, and I’m totally open to other options of transportation how to get there. I really think that Sean and girlfriend-of-the-moment would like it, though. I’d have more fun going to a show with more people.

But whatever, I guess. I don’t want to be a bother about it, not to mention it’s going to be an expensive day and it’s not fair to ask people to spend that much money. I mean, just between Bryan and myself, it’s going to be about $500. That $250/each, and I think I’m being generous about it all, since we’ve not said anything about Subway passes or food. I don’t think I could ask Sean to do that (and I certainly couldn’t pay for him). I’m one of the fortunate few of my friends who does have a steady job. And to be honest, I don’t think a lot of them care for Sinatra. Which is really a shame. He’s not original, but he’s got a great sound. A lot better than the electricity and screamo of what’s popular today.

Edit: I just had someone suggest we drive to Stamford, CT and take the train into NYC. It takes you right to Grand Central Station. It would be about half the price, and the timing is sure better! So, that’s an improvement already. I’m crazy excited, not going to lie.

something to think about

"You know, I don't know if you'll understand this or not, but sometimes, even when I'm feeling very low, I'll see some little thing that will somehow renew my faith. Something like that leaf, for instance - clinging to its tree despite wind and storm. You know, that makes me think that courage and tenacity are about the greatest values a man can have. Suddenly my old confidence is back and I know things aren't half as bad as I make them out to be. Suddenly I know that with the strength of his convictions a man can move mountains, and I can proceed with full confidence in the basic goodness of my fellow man. I know that now. I know it." ~ End of Act I in the musical You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown.